How to Marry Your Frenemy (How To Rom Com Series Book 1)

by London Casey

  We smiled a second before we kissed.

  “Hey,” Callie said while kissing me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Fuck me on the divorce papers.”

  That’s exactly what I did.

  I stripped Callie from the waist down and threw her clothes across the kitchen floor.

  I sat her perfect ass right on the divorce papers and I opened my jeans to pull my cock out to handle business.

  She touched me and stroked me - just once - before pulling me to her body.

  Then I took control.

  My hands held her curved hips tight as I fucked her on the counter.

  It was gasps, groans, sighs, and flirty eye glances as I thrust harder and faster and she pumped her body the same to mine.

  My hands inched up her shirt and I touched her sides as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

  When I tried to kiss her, she leaned back more, making me chase her down.

  She laughed and teased me… bringing me to the edge way too fast.

  I sucked in a breath and tried to hold it.

  Then I made the mistake of looking down to see her sweet honey coating on my cock.

  “Ah, fuck,” I groaned.

  “Yes,” Callie purred. “Come right now. Right now!”

  Her voice echoed around the kitchen and she pulled herself back up.

  We kissed and she rocked her hips in a way I had never felt before.

  My cock fell to its knees before its master.

  That was it for me.

  I grunted as my cock released…

  Callie groaned into my mouth, taking me over and over.

  We stayed just like that, me inside her beautiful body, for a few minutes as we kissed like we just learned how to kiss.

  I eventually stepped back and eased my cock away from her.

  I tucked myself away and picked Callie’s panties and jeans up off the kitchen floor.

  She jumped off the counter and laughed.

  “Those papers are destroyed,” she said.

  “Good,” I said.

  “So I guess we’re staying married?”

  “For now,” I said. “Why not?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  I got down on one knee in front of her and helped her put her panties and jeans on.

  She laughed the entire time.

  I loved her laugh. And her smile.

  And her body.

  And everything about her.

  When I stood back up, I touched her face.

  “You know what I was wondering?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “The new company… which one of us is the boss?”

  “I am,” she said.

  “You?” I asked. “I started it.”

  “I brought in the business.”

  “No you didn’t. I have more experience.”

  “I’m smarter.”

  “Look, you’re going have to get used to taking orders from me, Callie,” I said. “Just at the office.”

  “I’m the boss, Jackson.”

  “Says who?” I asked.

  Callie stepped back and smiled. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it. Along with her bra.

  I sucked in a breath at the sight of her breasts.

  “I said so,” she said. “I’m the boss. Any questions?”

  Callie made her chest dance a few times and I moved my eyes from her breasts to her eyes.

  I grinned.

  “You’re the boss, sweetie.”

  I moved toward Callie and cupped her breasts with my hands.

  It was time to go to the bedroom and keep the night going.

  Of course Callie was the boss…

  She was everything.

  And I was perfectly okay with that.

  Epilogue

  Callie

  I kissed Jackson before stepping out of the apartment.

  He quickly pulled me back into the apartment to kiss me harder.

  “I have to go,” I said as his tongue flirted with my lips.

  “You should come first,” he said.

  “We already did that. Twice.”

  “Third time is the charm,” he said.

  “Later.”

  “I don’t do later.”

  “You have no choice,” I said.

  “Can I at least feel you up quick?”

  I stepped away and nodded. “Make it quick. I have a meeting.”

  Jackson slipped his hand up my shirt and cut in my bra.

  His hand squeezed and played for a few seconds.

  “Dammit,” I groaned as I wiggled out of his reach. “Now I’m wet.”

  “That’s the point.”

  I hurried to fix my top and backed out of the apartment.

  “Love you, Callie,” he said.

  “Love you too,” I said.

  I got a ride to my new office.

  Misha was waiting with two coffees.

  One for me.

  One for her.

  She was more than just my assistant at that point. She was my partner. I used to call her my partner in crime, but after all the Vince stuff went down, I didn’t want the word crime anywhere near me.

  Vince was finally gone. For good.

  Jackson got the company his father started, the way it should have been.

  The company he and I started together was gaining traction so I stayed there.

  Our lives were as chaotic as ever, but that was the point of it all.

  “Harry is waiting,” Misha said. “I have the financials in a folder. Be careful. He’s trying to hide that he had investors come through five years ago.”

  “He’s already shelled out equity and now wants more,” I said.

  “Yeah. He’s a shark. Sad, because his company is great. He’s got something going. But his books are terrible.”

  I opened the conference room door and smiled big.

  “Harry,” I said.

  “Callie.”

  Harry had a big smile and thin hair and looked like he was going to try and sell you something you didn’t need.

  “I’m glad we’re finally doing this,” he said. “I just wanted to say-”

  “How much equity have you given up already?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “Don’t play the game. Just be straight with me.”

  Harry swallowed hard. He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Well then.”

  “I don’t fuck around,” I said.

  “I can see that. Five years ago we hit a snag with some patents. I had to take on an investor. I gave up five percent. It got us through.”

  “And they want to stick around?” I asked.

  “There’s potential.”

  “You know you’re going to lose your pants in this deal, right?”

  Harry grinned. “Your husband was a little nicer.”

  “My husband?”

  “Jackson…”

  “Yeah, I know who my husband is. You talked to him?”

  “Had a meeting yesterday,” Harry said.

  “Really?” I asked. I smiled. “Okay. Let’s talk business then.”

  I opened the folder and mentally cursed Jackson.

  My husband wasn’t going to make it out of our marriage alive.

  I opened the main office door and pointed at Jackson.

  He hung up his call and put his hands up.

  “You fucker,” I said. “You talked to Harry.”

  “So?”

  “He’s mine. You knew that. Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “It’s just business, sweetie,” Jackson said. He moved around his desk. “He’s got a hell of a business. Some dirty deals that will haunt him, but the upside is great. Plus, a lot of it is community based. That’s my angle.”

  “That’s my angle,” I said. “If you ever do that again, I’ll cut your balls off.”

  “See, that’s the problem… the businesswoman Callie wants to cut my balls off. But the wife Callie would never do anything to
hurt my balls. She loves my balls.”

  “You’re a dick,” I snapped.

  “Come on, you love competing with me still,” Jackson said. “Admit it.”

  I fought the urge to smile and lost. “Yeah…”

  He moved closer to me. “I’m going to come after your ass all the time, Callie. In the business world, I’m going to steal your clients. In the bedroom, I just want your ass.”

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, Jackson,” I warned.

  “I know,” he said. He touched my face and stroked my cheeks. “So how’s your day going?”

  “Besides some asshole trying to poach my deals? It’s been okay.”

  “I’m sorry about that,” Jackson said. “Sounds like you need a break.”

  “I could use a break,” I said.

  He moved his hands to my ass. His fingers started to curl, pulling my dress up.

  Slowly, he turned and sat me on the desk.

  He lowered himself down and looked between my legs.

  “No panties,” he whispered. “Fuck, Callie…”

  I put my foot to his chest. “Look at me, Jackson.”

  “What?” he asked.

  “I love you,” I said.

  “I love you so much, it’s sick,” he said. “Now stop talking so I can make you come.”

  I sucked in a breath and put my head back.

  His tongue glided up and down between my legs.

  I loved competing with him over business matters… but when it came to this…

  He could always win the battle.

  Because when he made me come, we both won.

  Jackson

  I tucked Callie in and kissed her bare shoulder.

  I moved the hair out of her face.

  The smile on my face actually hurt.

  She made me smile all the time.

  I wasn’t used to it.

  I snuck out of the bedroom and poured myself a drink.

  Tonight we were in my apartment.

  We were still doing the double apartment thing.

  It was fun. It worked. We both had leases we didn’t want to break.

  Plus, life had been busy over the last while.

  Callie and I worked hard to get the new company off the ground.

  The shit with Vince got really interesting.

  He begged to not go to jail.

  I had no problem watching his fat ass get hauled off to jail. But if that happened, my father’s company was going to collapse. I had the chance to take the company over and overhaul it. That meant going through every deal Vince made and figuring out what was done right or wrong and fixing it. I was lucky enough to have Eddie by my side too. He was my right-hand man going through everything. Any cash issues, Vince had to pay up. He basically bankrupted himself to save his ass. But his reputation was shattered.

  And at the end of it all, I wrote him a check to go away.

  Not for millions. Hell no.

  But enough to make it that he could settle and stay away.

  I made him choose somewhere north and west.

  I pictured him in a shitty apartment in the pouring rain with buckets on the floor collecting ceiling leaks. All the while he sat in front of an old laptop looking for his next scam.

  Let him live and let him suffer.

  That was fine with me.

  I had everything I wanted and needed right in front of me. I didn’t need to dwell on the past and on Vince.

  I took my father’s legacy and dream and rebuilt it.

  Callie took the company we started and built it up.

  We were busier than ever, but always had time for each other.

  Her mother’s business was finally thriving. The books were cleaned up. Misha managed the place the way it needed to be run. All the bills were paid. And the taxes too.

  It was good to see Callie and her mother get along.

  It was still a little weird to go to the shop and have Joni, Lake, and Sunny eye fuck me. They were sweet ladies but sometimes it got really strange. Last week, Lake asked if she could pour candle wax on me. I wasn’t sure why because when she asked it, Joni threw a glass of cold water on her face. Lake screamed, blushed, and then apologized for what she said to me. Sunny then touched my arm and said I made their chakras go insane. Along with body parts…

  There was a soft knock at the apartment door as I sipped a glass of whiskey.

  I looked down at myself.

  I was in jeans.

  That was more clothing than I usually wore around the apartment with Callie.

  I put my glass down and walked to the door.

  There was another knock.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  I slowly opened the door.

  “Liam?” I asked.

  “Hey,” he said. “Sorry to bother you. Are you and Callie…”

  “No, we’re done,” I said. “She’s sleeping. You look like shit.”

  “I am shit,” he said. “Fuck, Jackson, I’m fucked right now.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked. I opened the door. “Come on. Man, you really look rough. What’s…”

  Liam pointed to the whiskey glass and ran for it.

  He downed the entire thing and put his hands to the counter and took a deep breath.

  “Wow,” I said. “You’re a mess. Did Miranda finally get a good look at your dick? She knows the truth about how small it is?”

  Liam looked back at me. He looked ready to cry.

  This was serious.

  “Jackson…”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I can’t marry Miranda,” Liam said.

  “Cold feet?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “I’m in love with someone else.”

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  Emily

  Hello, world. My name is Emily and I am your doormat. No surprise, really. They say the past makes your future. Or something. Mine’s a perfect recipe of missed chances—like the ones I missed with
Liam. The first kiss in high school that never happened because police sirens. That moment of panic in college that made me practically throw my best friend at him.

  Now he and Miranda are engaged. Of course I smiled at her ring. Of course I smiled my happiness for them. They’re perfect for each other. So, when Miranda’s too busy, I smile and agree to help Liam pick out flowers. Even though I just got publicly dumped by my own boyfriend, right when I thought it was time to pick out my own.

  Liam

  On paper, I’ve got everything I worked my butt off for. The career in patent law that may not be glamorous, but it feeds my need to help out the little guy. The fiancée who’s racing up the corporate law ladder faster than a speeding skateboard.

  Emily remembers when a skateboard was my only mode of transportation. She’s the same old Emily, putting everyone else first. And when the perfect life I’d envisioned falls apart, Emily’s there just like a good friend should.

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  “Are you drunk?” Emily asked.

  “Em,” I said. “What the…”

  I looked to my left and saw Miranda standing in the kitchen.

  “Wow,” she said. “You’re really feeling it, huh?”

  “Shit. Sorry about that. I didn’t know you had company.”

  “I was getting ready to leave,” Emily said.

  “We had a glass of wine,” Miranda said. “Just one. We don’t need to get plastered like you and your friends do.” Miranda hurried toward me. “What happened to your face?”

  “Got into a fight,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Jackson picked a bar fight.”

  “Of course he did,” Miranda said. “I hate that guy.”

  “It’s fine,” I said. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. Right?”